pic by Henri Blommers
“I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
my Mama used to dance for the money they’d throw.
Papa would do whatever he could ....”
Well, hardly ....
The Lord moves in mysterious ways my dears ....
I grew up in poverty ridden West Midlands, England. It was dim and dark and dreadful. All I could do was try to find a way out of the ‚Black Country’ as it is still called to this day. There’s a lot I could say about the family, but I won’t. My therapist always says if you keep opening closet doors then skeletons will keep falling out ....
I adored my Mother, Emma, who was as working class as they come but still managed to look like a million dollars when the mood caught her (Father must have gone bankrupt many times during their marriage but I never noticed).
I remember my Sister’s unfortunate wedding when our Mother arrived at the church in a dusky pink, very tailored, two piece suit looking like she’d just flown in from Paris. My god she caused a stir. She strode into the church as if she was on a catwalk. The whole congregation simultaneously held their breath as she walked down the aisle to her seat in the front. What followed can only be described as vulgar chattering all round.
But that was nothing compared to the riot after the wedding when my Sister found out that Mother’s suit had cost more than her wedding dress .... but of course it was on the Wedding Night itself that the trouble really started (closets/skeletons etc.)....
I don’t speak to my Sister which is a good thing for both of us and the world in general. Lord knows how she managed to give birth to such a treasure as my nephew (closets/skeletons etc.).
By the way, Mother’s maiden name was Moore. Hence my (stage) name is Glamour. I may or may not reveal my real name someday, but don’t hold your breath dears.
I’ve worked behind a Perfume Counter at Harrods in London. I’ve been a PR person for Yves Saint Laurent in Paris, and a Window Dresser for Barney’s (Downtown of course) in New York and now here I am in Amsterdam and here I’m staying.
I live with my dear nephew on the Zeedijk right in the middle of the oldest part of Amsterdam. He makes all my dresses, organizes my agenda, makes my appointments etc, and that way I can keep him off the streets and he can keep me out of trouble.
I’m not a pet person and never have been, and after an unfortunate incident with a Great Dane and its owner which brought tears to my eyes I’ve never felt truly at ease around animals.
Speaking of accessories, I’ve never had children. It just isn’t in me, I don’t have a motherly gene in my body. It runs in the family. However, I do mother my nephew, a little, even though he insists on telling everyone that he’s my servant. It’s not true my dears, I’d be lost without him.
So read on as they say ....
Yours,
Dottie
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